Once upon a time there was a painter who had just completed his course under disciplehood of a great painter. This young artist decided to assess his skills so he decided to give his best strokes on the canvass. He took 3 days and painted beautiful scenery.
Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he decided to display it on a busy street-square of his small town. He wanted people's opinion about his caliber and painting skills.. He put his creation at a busy street-crossing. And just down below a board which read-"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. Please put a cross wherever you see a mistake.
"While he came back in the evening to collect his painting he was completely shattered to see that whole canvass was filled with Xs (crosses) and some people had even written their comments on the painting.
Disheartened and broken completely he ran to his masters place and burst into tears. Sobbing and crying inconsolably he told his master about what happened and showed the pathetic state of his creation which was filled with marks everywhere. Such was the state that colors were not visible, only things one could see were crosses and correction remarks. This young artist was breathing heavily and master heard him saying "I'm useless and if this is what I have learnt to paint I'm not worth becoming a painter. People have rejected me completely. I feel like dying"
Master smiled and suggested "My Son, I will prove that you are a great artist and have learnt a flawless painting."Young disciple couldn't believe it and said "I have lost faith in me and I don't think I am good enough - don't give false hopes." "Do as I say without questioning it. It WILL work." Master interrupted him."Just paint exactly similar painting once again for me and give it to me. Will you do that for your master?" Master instructed.
Young artist reluctantly agreed and two days later early morning he presented a replica of his earlier painting to his master. Master took that gracefully and smiled. "Come with me." master said.They reached the same street-square early morning and displayed the same painting exactly at the same place. Now master took out another board which read -"Gentlemen, I have painted this piece. Since I'm new to this profession I might have committed some mistakes in my strokes etc. I have put a box with colors and brushes just below. Please do a favor. If you see a mistake, kindly pick up the brush and correct it."
Master and disciple walked back home.They both visited the place same evening. Young painter was surprised to see that actually there was not a single correction done so far. But master wasn't satisfied as yet and he told his disciple "May be one day was too little a time for people to come up with ideas and take out time out of their busy schedules to correct it so let us keep it here for one more day. Tomorrow is Sunday, so we can expect some corrections coming in."Next day again they visited and found painting remained untouched. They say the painting was kept there for a month but no correction came in!
Moral of the Story: It is easier to criticize, but difficult to improve.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Here, I am sitting in my office @ night..!
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed from a maverick collage life to strict professional life?...
How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks but then why it gives less happiness?
How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but then why there are less people to use them.
How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger.
But then why there is less hunger?..
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed?..
How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on but then why there are less places to go on?
How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day but then why its feels like shop is far away?..
How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package but then why there are less calls & more messages?
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed?...
How a general class journey changed to Flight journey.
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment?
How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop but then why there is less time to put it on?
How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate.
But then why we always feel lonely and miss those college friends?
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed?.. How it changed??..
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed from a maverick collage life to strict professional life?...
How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks but then why it gives less happiness?
How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but then why there are less people to use them.
How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger.
But then why there is less hunger?..
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed?..
How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on but then why there are less places to go on?
How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day but then why its feels like shop is far away?..
How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package but then why there are less calls & more messages?
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed?...
How a general class journey changed to Flight journey.
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment?
How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop but then why there is less time to put it on?
How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate.
But then why we always feel lonely and miss those college friends?
Here i am sitting in my office @ night?
Thinking hard about life.
How it changed?.. How it changed??..
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Conquer Your Weakness
This is a story of one 10-year-old boy who decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training, the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”
“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the Sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the Sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the Sensei intervened. “No,” the Sensei insisted, “Let him continue.”
Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. “Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”
“You won for two reasons,” the Sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defence for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”
The boy’s greatest weakness had become his greatest strength.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training, the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,” the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?”
“This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the Sensei replied. Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training.
Several months later, the Sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the Sensei intervened. “No,” the Sensei insisted, “Let him continue.”
Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament. He was the champion.
On the way home, the boy and Sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind. “Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”
“You won for two reasons,” the Sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defence for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”
The boy’s greatest weakness had become his greatest strength.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Why do we shout in anger?
A saint asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?'
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.'
'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.
Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'
Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'
The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'
MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.'
'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the saint. 'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.
Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.'
Then the saint asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love? They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'
The saint continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.'
MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other more, else there will come a day when the distance is so great that you will not find the path to return.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
સુવીચાર
* સાચવવા પડે એ સંબંધો કદી સાચા નથી હોતા,અને જો સંબંધો સાચા હોય તો એને સાચવવા નથી પડતા..
* વ્યવહાર નથી બદલાતા સંજોગો બદલાય છે, માણસ નથી બદલાતા ખાલી તેમના અભિગમ બદલાય છે...
* માણસને સાચા સ્વરૂપમાં ઓળખવો હોય તો તેને સતાસ્થાને બેસાડો.
જીવન માં એટલી બધી ભૂલો ના કરવી કે પેન્સિલ પેહલા જ રબર ઘસાઈ જાય !!
* જીવન માં ફક્ત એક સારી વ્યક્તિ નો સાથ હોય તો આખી જિંદગી જીવી શકાય છે,પણ ક્યારેક ફક્ત એ એક સારી વ્યક્તિ ની શોધ માં આખી જિંદગી વીતી જાય છે. !!
* દરેક માણસ પાસે એક એવું મોટું કબ્રસ્તાન હોવું જોઇએ, કે જેમાં એ પોતાના મિત્રોના દોષો દફનાવી શકે
* મિત્ર એ એવી વ્યક્તિ છે કે જે તમારા હ્દય મા ગુંજ્તા ગીત ને જાણે છે , ને એ જ ગીત ને યાદ કરાવે છે જ્યારે તમે ગીત ના શબ્દો ભુલી જાઓ છો.
* વ્યવહાર નથી બદલાતા સંજોગો બદલાય છે, માણસ નથી બદલાતા ખાલી તેમના અભિગમ બદલાય છે...
* માણસને સાચા સ્વરૂપમાં ઓળખવો હોય તો તેને સતાસ્થાને બેસાડો.
જીવન માં એટલી બધી ભૂલો ના કરવી કે પેન્સિલ પેહલા જ રબર ઘસાઈ જાય !!
* જીવન માં ફક્ત એક સારી વ્યક્તિ નો સાથ હોય તો આખી જિંદગી જીવી શકાય છે,પણ ક્યારેક ફક્ત એ એક સારી વ્યક્તિ ની શોધ માં આખી જિંદગી વીતી જાય છે. !!
* દરેક માણસ પાસે એક એવું મોટું કબ્રસ્તાન હોવું જોઇએ, કે જેમાં એ પોતાના મિત્રોના દોષો દફનાવી શકે
* મિત્ર એ એવી વ્યક્તિ છે કે જે તમારા હ્દય મા ગુંજ્તા ગીત ને જાણે છે , ને એ જ ગીત ને યાદ કરાવે છે જ્યારે તમે ગીત ના શબ્દો ભુલી જાઓ છો.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Remembering Mahatma Gandhi..
Yesterday was Mahatma Gandhi's birthday - October 2nd. Here's one song I remember which pays appropriate tribute to him.
Asha Bhonsle sang this Hemanta Mukherjee composition, written by Kavi Pradeep - in a tribute to the Mahatma.
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